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one-sided monogamy (aka natural monogamy or traditional monogamy)

you are His property. He strictly forbids you from having intimate contact with anyone other than Him. your sexuality is entirely focused on His pleasure and satisfaction.

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Part 1 – English (raw, no filter)

Three proper Iraqi lads – Ahmed, Karim and big-fuck-off Mustafa – just landed in London, straight from Baghdad. All three built like brick shithouses, covered head-to-toe in thick black hair, reeking of real man-sweat that hits you like a wall when they walk past. They needed a flat quick, saw my ad, came round. The second they stepped in, I could feel their eyes crawling over me. I’m trying to act normal, showing them the rooms, but my voice is soft, my hips sway a little too much, wrists limp as fuck. They clock it instantly.

“Wallahi this little fag’s already wet for us,” Karim mutters in Arabic, smirking at Ahmed.

Mustafa just licks his lips, scratches his hairy balls through the grey trackies and says loud enough for me to hear: “We’re taking the place, habibi. You’re gonna love living with real men.”

They move in the next day. From that moment the flat smells like pure testosterone – sweaty socks, unwashed armpits, thick musky crotch. Every night they come back from the gym drenched, strip to their boxers in the living room, hairy chests shining, dark bushes spilling out the sides. They know exactly what they’re doing.

They set up hidden cams everywhere. One in my bedroom, one in the bathroom, one pointed at the laundry basket. And they wait.

One night I lose it completely. They’re out drinking. I sneak into Mustafa’s room, dig out his crusty white Calvin Kleins still warm from his fat hairy cock, bury my face in the piss-stained pouch and lick like a starving whore. I’m moaning, rubbing his week-old football socks on my face, tonguing the filth out of his trainers, dick leaking in my joggers. The whole thing’s on camera, 4K, sound on.

Next evening they call me to the living room.

“Sit the fuck down, khaneeth,” Ahmed growls, phone in hand.

They hit play.

There I am on the big TV: face fucked into Mustafa’s skid-marked boxers, drooling, crying, begging the fabric for more like the desperate faggot I am.

Karim leans in, armpit hair dripping sweat right under my nose.

“You filthy little bitch boy… you wanna smell the real thing now?”

**Part 2 – Full English, no brakes, filthy as fuck**

The next morning I woke up tasting dried cum and piss in my throat. My hole was wrecked, swollen, leaking. The three of them were already up, drinking tea in the kitchen like nothing happened, except Mustafa’s fat hairy cock was hanging half-out his boxers, still shiny from last night.

Ahmed looked over, grinned, spat on the floor.

“Morning, khaneeth. Crawl over here and lick that up before breakfast.”

I didn’t even think. Dropped to my knees, tongue out, lapping his warm spit off the tiles while they laughed.

That was the new rule: I don’t walk in this flat anymore. I crawl.

They turned the living room into their personal gym and whore station. Pull-up bar in the doorway, weights everywhere, and right in the middle a dirty mattress that now permanently smells like Iraqi ball-sweat and my tears.

Every single day after gym they come home dripping:

- Karim rips his vest off first, shoves his soaked armpit straight into my face.

“Smell that, bitch. That’s what a real man smells like after lifting. Inhale it like it’s your fucking oxygen.”

- Ahmed grabs my hair, drags me to Mustafa’s feet.

“Take those trainers off with your teeth, faggot. Tongue the inside. I want you tasting the sweat he’s been marinating in for six hours.”

- Mustafa just stands there, legs spread, scratching his thick bush.

“Look at this fat Arab cock, khaneeth. You see how it’s already leaking? That’s for you. Open wide.”

They don’t even fuck me clean anymore. They breed me raw, one after another, sometimes two at the same time. Ahmed in my throat choking me till I black out, Mustafa splitting my arse open with that monster, Karim filming on his phone laughing “This little English slut can’t get enough of refugee dick.”

They piss wherever they want now. In my mouth, on my face, straight into my wrecked hole to “clean it out” before the next round. I’m not allowed to shower unless one of them is pissing on me while I scrub their hairy cracks with my tongue.

At night they chain me to the bed with a dog collar. Karim sleeps with his sweaty bush pressed against my face. Ahmed keeps his dirty socks stuffed in my mouth. Mustafa just uses my hole like a fleshlight whenever he wakes up hard, grunting in Arabic, pumping another load deep inside while I cry and cum hands-free.

They’ve started inviting their Iraqi cousins over. Five, six, seven hairy beasts at a time. The flat stinks like a Baghdad locker room. I’m passed around like a cheap whore, face fucked till I puke, arse prolapsed, begging in broken Arabic for more.

And every time one of them nuts down my throat, Mustafa slaps my face and growls:

“You’re not British anymore, khaneeth. You’re just three Iraqi cocks’ personal cumrag now.”

And I whimper “Yes sir, thank you sir” while another load gets forced into me.

A good faggot is the product of good education and training. And the foundation of everyone’s education, of course, is the ABCs. Here’s a new alphabet that every faggot should learn:

A is for Ass. A faggot must always be prepared to sniff, eat and lick a Man’s ass — whether it’s clean or dirty, smooth or hairy, dry or sweaty. As a faggot, it’s your duty to be a human asswipe wherever and whenever your services are needed.

B is for Balls. A faggot never neglects a Man’s balls. Fresh from a shower or ripe and sweaty after days without a shower, His sack is your snack.

C is for Cum. Cum is the staple of the faggot diet. Your primary source for sustenance, therefore, should always be seed. It is your lifeblood. Down your throat or in your ass, you need a constant supply of cock snot and must be willing to do whatever it takes to get fed.

D is for Dick. A faggot exists to service and worship dick. Never forget it. His dick is your deity.

E is for Enema. Unless otherwise instructed by his Master, a faggot always must keep his hole in pristine condition: clean, shaved and ready to be used at a moment’s notice.

F is for Feet. Figuratively and literally, faggots live at the feet of real Men. At your Master’s feet, therefore, is where you belong. Furthermore, it’s your duty as a faggot to worship Men’s feet. Stinky, sweaty, dirty, bare, socked — it doesn’t matter. When you’re so commanded, you are to lick, sniff and suck your Master’s feet.

G is for Gangbang. Faggots are ideal for sharing. Even if you belong to just one Master, therefore, you must be mentally and physically prepared to be passed around among Men, who will bond over the experience of sharing your holes.

H is for Hole. Every faggot has two holes, both of which were designed to be used and abused by Men. It is not up to the faggot which hole is used; a Man may choose to occupy — and, if He so desires, ruin — whatever hole He pleases.

I is for Inspection. Faggots are subject to frequent and thorough inspections by Men, who have the right to ensure their faggot meets their standards both physically and mentally. You must be prepared to have every inch of your body examined and prodded during an inspection, and — at the discretion of the Man who is inspecting you — to either thank Him if you receive a passing grade, or to commit yourself to making whatever improvements He deems necessary if you receive a failing grade.

J is for Jerking Off. When they are being used, faggots are not permitted to pleasure themselves, unless given permission to do so by the Man they’re servicing. This includes jerking their fag-dick and cumming; a faggot is not allowed to do either without prior permission.

K is for Kneeling. A faggot’s default position is on his knees. Unless ordered otherwise, a faggot should never stand or sit in the presence of a Man; he should always kneel.

L is for Licking. A faggot must get used to licking, because he will do a lot of it. He will lick his Master’s cock and balls, for instance. He will lick his Master’s ripe shit hole. He will lick his Master’s feet. He will lick up spilled spit, piss and cum from the floor. He may even be required to lick the shit and piss stains from toilets.

M is for Masochism. Faggots are masochistic by nature. They enjoy being used, degraded and abused. It is their place in life. If you’re going to be a practicing faggot, you must get used to the idea that you are less than a Man — perhaps even less than human — and will be treated as such.

N is for Nipples. A faggot must recognize that His Master’s nipples are centers of pleasure, and deserve to be licked and sucked for his Master’s enjoyment. Likewise, he must recognize that his own nipples are centers of pain, and will be used for training or during punishment if so desired by his Master.

O is for Obedience. As a faggot, it’s your duty to obey Men. When they tell you to do something — no matter how humiliating, scary, gross, etc. — you do it. End of story. In the event that you do not obey, you should be ready and willing to receive appropriate punishment for your disobedience, which might range from spanking to solitary confinement to chastity, or anything in between.

P is for Poppers. Many Men love using poppered-up pigs. If your Master is one of them, you must open your nose and inhale from his little brown bottle whenever he presents it. It is your duty to please him, so if he tells you to sniff, you had better sniff long, hard and deep.

Q is for Quiet. A good faggot expresses appreciation to the Men he services with verbal thanks and moans of pleasure. However, there comes a time when every Man demands that a faggot simply shut up and take it. During these times, it’s your duty as a faggot to remain quiet — and to be gagged if you fail to do so.

R is for Restraints. Faggots often must be bound and restrained in order to be of maximum use to the Men they service. As a faggot, therefore, you must not object when your Master breaks out the rope, handcuffs and chains. If He needs you to be immobilized so that He may make optimal use of your fag holes, you must submit. He knows what’s best.

S is for Service. Faggots must have a servant’s heart. Service and enslavement are in your faggot nature; embrace them.

T is for Toilet. “Faggot” is a synonym for “toilet.” As a faggot, therefore, your holes must be available for Men to use as they would any other toilet. That is, as a receptacle for spit, piss, cum, snot, farts and perhaps even shit. Not every Man will choose to use His faggot this way, but if you’re to be a true faggot you must resign yourself to your role as a waste receptacle. If a Man’s body produces it, it is His right to dispose of it in you.

U is for Underwear. Unless otherwise instructed, faggots are not allowed to wear underwear — or any clothes, for that matter — in the presence of Men, as their holes must be as available and as accessible as possible. The only exception is a jockstrap; because it does not block access to a faggot’s cunt, a jockstrap is an acceptable fag uniform.

V is for Vibrator. As a faggot, your hole should be constantly occupied. When it is not filled with cock, then, it should be occupied by a vibrator or another anal toy — a dildo, perhaps, anal beads or a butt plug.

W is for Whore. Faggots are whores. Remember this. If you find yourself feeling ashamed or embarrassed or regretful of your fag activities, remind yourself that you are a whore. The knowledge that you are fulfilling your God-given purpose in life should be comforting, such that you can continue your mission of sexual servitude.

X is for X-ray. Remember that Men have the equivalent of X-ray vision when it comes to spotting pigs and whores. If you’re a faggot, they will see it and they will know it. There is no use pretending to be a real Man, therefore. You might as well give in and accept your true identity as a faggot, because everyone around you already sees it and knows it — even if you yourself are trying to deny it.

Y is for Yes. As in, “Yes, Sir,” which is the only phrase a faggot should know how to say.

I have been with a good number of Muslim men – I won’t say “slept with” because that’s not a fitting description at all. I’ve met up with them in public, at their homes and even at their places of work – sometimes dressed as a Muslimah, sometimes in male attire. Many of them were married and asked me to do things that their wives refused to do. Much of the time it was performing oral sex on them and they were especially insistent that I swallowed their cum.  On more than a couple of occasions, it was anal intercourse, which they insisted on doing bareback. I was only too happy to comply with whatever they wanted because they are naturally superior to me and it is my place to give them pleasure. Sadly, most of my liaisons with these wonderful men have been one-night stands, so there was little chance of the long-term relationship I have always hoped for. However, I am eternally grateful to them for allowing me to submit to them and for making me feel like the Muslim woman I yearn to be. I’ll never stop offering myself to strong, demanding and thankfully arrogant Muslim men and pleasuring them in whatever way they want.

He then stepped forward, reached out with his giant arm, and took your head in his unbreakable grip.

He looked at you and gave the slightest shake of his head. "No more thinking. No more talking. Use that mouth for the purpose nature intended." He began to guide you to the floor...